No, its not one of those.

It comes down to one simple answer, fresh powder.

Its a disease thats impossible NOT to catch.

School is optional when there’s Pow.

As your eyelids close, the snow begins to accumulate.

You spring out of bed to the sight of over a foot of perfect snow crystals surrounding the cabin.

While un-burying your pow skis from the snow the countdown starts in your head.

The lifts look at you longingly as you plop yourself down on the first chair.

Without knowing your chair companions, you all look at each other with grins on your faces.

The day has begun.

You begin to here the hoop and holler of fellow pow seekers loading off the lift and prepare yourself.

You land with grace and another face shot.

As you near the top they notice you and ask you when you got here.

You give them a nod and say enjoy the powder before off-loading.

Without stopping you speed into your next run, putting all dangers aside.

As you smear your first turn you enter the white room, only when you emerge you arent skiing.

The sound of laughter and the annoying kid next to you fills your ear when you open you eyes.

Dazed, you look at him and then at the board which reads, The Crusades and their effect.

You slam your head on the desk and let out moan.

Ive gotta go you retort to the teacher.

You begin to jog to your beat up Subaru and quickly text your mom.

Ill be late for dinner, the text reads.